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In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. Could you pull over? She asked. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. She began to act. “I might go home, I don’t know. Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. " He ignored the command. It could not be a legal marriage. . This was some satisfaction to the poor fellow, who was dreadfully frightened, as indeed he might well be, it being the opinion of the jailers and others who afterwards examined the place, that Jack had accomplished, single-handed, in a few hours, and, as far as it could be ascertained, with imperfect implements, what it would have taken half a dozen men several days, provided with proper tools, to effect.
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